I am aware that, inside your feline brain, I am not a different species, I am, in fact, a large, hairless cat who is incompetent at keeping herself fed and cleaned, and thus you feel the need to lick me regularly and also to leave dead things at each of my doors, so that I can be fed.

However.

I do *not* appreciate it when you decide that the appropriate response, while you are purring at and nuzzling into my belly and the baby in there kicks at you, is to swipe at said baby.

Yeah. Four nasty claw marks right next to my belly button because Baby kicked right where Archie was rubbing his face on my t-shirt - the shirt itself is fine, just punctured but not torn, though the skin underneath is bleeding.

So *someone* is now shut in the laundry while I disinfect and cover up the scratches. Here's hoping that they heal okay!

I am aware that, inside your feline brain, I am not a different species, I am, in fact, a large, hairless cat who is incompetent at keeping herself fed and cleaned, and thus you feel the need to lick me regularly and also to leave dead things at each of my doors, so that I can be fed.

However.

I do *not* appreciate it when you decide that the appropriate response, while you are purring at and nuzzling into my belly and the baby in there kicks at you, is to swipe at said baby.

Yeah. Four nasty claw marks right next to my belly button because Baby kicked right where Archie was rubbing his face on my t-shirt - the shirt itself is fine, just punctured but not torn, though the skin underneath is bleeding.

So *someone* is now shut in the laundry while I disinfect and cover up the scratches. Here's hoping that they heal okay!

Jumping on my lap while I am sitting down is a rare and cute occurance. Jumping on my shoulder however, was so unexpected that we stared nose to nose at each other for a moment. I hink its the first time you;ve ever done that.

A big thank you for turning your head away before you sneezed.No thank you at all for sneezing over my lunch instead.

Your attempt to follow up by sniffing my afflicted lunch was also not appreciated.

I'm on to you two, now. I get home last night, 12 hours early to empty food dishes and both of you acting like you are starving to death. So much so that I thought my friend forgot to look in on you. Today, I find out she did look in on you and feed you appropriately.

It won't work again, my dearies.

Love, the food giver.

Our cats would do this within two hours. DD2 and I were supposed to trade off giving the cats their evening wet food. I'd do it before I went to bed at 10, and she would do it after she got in from work at midnight. She was always greeted by cats at the door, cats who had been fed but insisted that they were staaaaaaaaaaaarving! And if she didn't remember whose turn it was, she fed them. (They always had dry kibble down, so even if they hadn't been fed wet food, starvation was not imminent.)

We finally worked out a code. If the light over the stove was on, she was to feed them. If it was off, I'd fed them.

My boyfriends dog was like that. They just started leaving notes over her food cup.

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‘All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing’ attributed to Edmund Burke 1729-1797

I'm sure you did not understand and it was scary. But did you have to cry the ENTIRE time we were gone to get you a microchip? If you insist on getting outside, you get a chip. Period. But you did your best to break my and your dad's hearts with your scared crying. Please try to not be such a wimp.

I know, stairs right? They're so awesome!! You can gallop up, and then down, and then up, and then down, and then halfway up, and then halfway down, and do a spin or two on the second landing and then back to the top and gallop to the bottom! Hours of entertainment! Why don't we have these at home?

Because you sound like a herd of buffalo on rollerskates and I'm really hoping you're going to get tired soon... please?